With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be... - Oscar Wilde

"Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance."

"I have nothing to declare except my genius."

"So with curious eyes and sick surmiseWe watched him day by day,And wondered if each one of usWould end the self-same way,For none can tell to what red HellHis sightless soul may stray."

"I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose!"

"One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead."